King Adoola and the Dragons of the Sky
In a land of wonders, high in the sky,
Lived a family so joyful, their spirits could fly.
King Adoola, brave and handsome, stood tall,
With Queen Sanana, they ruled over all.
Their castle, a marvel, floated on air,
With three lovely children, their laughter they'd share.
Prince Armana, a curious lad of five,
Prince Aryana, at six, so bright and alive.
Princess Amuru, just three, was a delight,
Her giggles would sparkle like stars in the night.
Together they traveled, to places so grand,
Switzerland's mountains, Phuket's sandy land.
But in a dark corner, Cruella did plot,
Her hair split in colors, she envied their lot.
"With Abracadabra," she'd summon her might,
Flying cheetahs appeared, fierce in flight.
The kingdom was safe, thanks to brave Surya,
With Mustafa and Kumar, they showed no fear.
Arrows flew swiftly, the cheetahs were down,
The generals were hailed, heroes renowned.
Cruella was fuming, she whispered again,
"Abracadabra," and dragons descended like rain.
But King Adoola, with courage and grace,
Used magical webs, to put them in place.
Now the dragons, once fierce, were loyal and true,
For the King’s kind heart, they would see it through.
In a last wicked move, Cruella's voice soared,
"Abracadabra," and trees turned to swords.
But the dragons, now friends, with flames so bright,
Burned the trees down, ending the fight.
King Adoola, with wisdom, captured her fast,
"Abracadabra," he chanted, her powers didn't last.
Banished far away, Cruella's tale did conclude,
In the sky kingdom, joy was renewed.
For good always triumphs, love lights the way,
And in their flying castle, the family would play.
★★★★★8.6
